How To Save Ivy Morgan (ON HOLD)

"not even blurryface cares what you think."

We stood in front of Mike's house. Taya was dressed in a Michael Jackson shirt/dress thing with above the knee socks and a pair of black ankle boots.
Me, in a short lacey silk red dress and white wedge heels.

"Cami, stop worrying, that dress looks fucking stunning on you." Taya said, followed by a wink.

"Yeah yeah whatever." I said, rolling my eyes. A smirk forms on my face, "I already know."

Taya rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone to check the message that set her notifications off. She stared at the screen in shock, looked up at me and then laughed the ugliest and most evil cackle to ever escape her mouth.

I took a step back. "Uhhhhhhhh what are you gonna do now?"

"Oh you know how you wanted those boots?" She asks and I think back at the gorgeous ankle boots I layed eyes on last week. I nod my head, smiling at the thought of them. She smiled, "Bingo." She muttered.

"What?"

"Well, I think it would be the perfect idea to play our favourite old game." Taya smirks.

I raise my eyebrow. "You're not talking about 'smash that' right?"

"Well yeah, but personally i don't think you could get this guy in anycase."

Suddenly I had a sudden confidence boost and stopped trying to tug this short dress down. " Is that a challenge I hear?"

Taya winks. "You've got tonight, now I've got a Mike Sanders booty call that i need to attend to." She says, sending me a text of a picture of the guy before walking off into the crowd.

'Smash That' was a game Taya and I started, after both of our virginities were no longer existent. We got drunk and considering she just got dumped and my boyfriend was kind of dead we challenged eachother to see if we could get a certain guy or girl to hook up with us or something.
We've only played it 3 times and I've only succeeded twice.

Yeah, sometimes i slut shame myself. Weird, considering I've only slept with 3 people in my entire life time.

I take out my phone and check the picture sent.

Hot. Definitely hot. In like a Tate Langdon type of way.

This is definitely going to be fun.

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I stood by the bar holding a shot glass filled with tequila, contemplating whether i needed it or not. There was always the chance i could get turned down. I looked over my shoulder to check if he was still there, laughing with a few friends. There he was, a tall, hot guy with curly locks of dirty blonde hair, adorable dimples and the most beautiful smile i have ever seen on a guy. I looked down at my drink and drank all of what was in that tiny little glass.

Cheezus.

I hopped off the stool i was sitting on and walked toward Mr Hot Pants. His eyes immediately shot up when he noticed me walking up to him, as did his friends. I looked down nervously. He smirked.

"Hey." I greeted.

"Hi?"

"I'm Cami, uhm yeah, do you wanna dance or something?"

"Uh i don't dance."

"Then come with me." I said, grabbing his hand leading him upstairs. He stumbled a bit ascending the stairs with me rushing up in front of him, no longer clinging on his hand.

Faster than anything, he pulled me into a corner and glared down at me.

I have to admit i had to catch my breath it was so hot. I could feel his breath on my.

Okay now i actually would sleep with him, dare or not i want to fuck this guy.

"Listen, if this is some dare to sleep with me, I'm not interested. I saw you and your friend make that bet earlier. Don't throw yourself over guys honestly, I know you're not some sleazebag whore." He let out, slightly annoyed before walking away.

Still trying to catch some air from how intense that was, i tried walking but before i knew it i tripped over a beer bottle and fell straight on my face.

Ugh i needed some air.

I got up and walked onto the balcony, my hand rubbing on my head. It was quiet here, i liked it a lot. I leant against the balcony wall-ledge thingie and just stared at the view in front of me.

Was it bad that i didn't really care about the game anymore? I really wouldn't mind having him for a night with no games involved.

I sighed and took out my phone to tell Taya that i failed but i was cut off by a chuckle from behind me. I turned around to face hot guy that rejected me, leaning against the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I didnt mean to offend you its just I don't sleep with girls-" He started but i cut him off. "Oh so you're gay?"

He chuckled walking toward me, "Let me finish. I don't sleep with girls if they have have no intellect and use me as an object to get shoes or something."

"Excuse me, no intellect? What happened to 'no offense', huh?" I scoffed. " I have intellect, fucking jerk." I said shoving him out my way as i walked to the door to go inside.

He dropped his cigarette and grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "I didn't mean it that way."

I aggressively pulled my arm out of his grip. " You're a grassass okay, next time you want to insult me, just warn me so i can leave."

"I just thought-" He started.

"Shut up. Not even blurryface cares what you think." I spat. His eyes widened and a smirk plastered across his beautiful face.

"You like twenty one pilots?" He asked.

"Correction, love. I love them."

"Same. I'm Oliver."

My jaw dropped. "Fuck that made you even hotter. Having the same name as a god and a legend is impressive."

"Oli Sykes is my life. The fact that you even know him is impressive."

I smiled and flipped my hair jokingly.

"What happened to hating me?" Oliver asked.

"You proved to me that I didn't need a dare to want to fuck you."

He smirked and took a step closer. "And you just proved you have intellect." He added before grabbing my waist and pulling me toward him.

"Woah" I muttered. Our faces were inches apart.

He smiled and his dimples deepened.

Those dimples will be the death of me.

"Thanks i think?" He added.

"Crap i said that out loud."

"It's cute." He said before leaning in to kiss me. Before i knew it he carried me into one of the rooms in this ginormous house and locked the door.

"You sure?" He asked and i replied by smacking a condom across his face.

"And then he ravaged her." He whispered before pushing me down onto the bed.

Damn.

A/N

I'm not writing smut okay.
Also thanks Layla (xThePineappleGirlx) for that line from Bad Things, updateeee it smh or I'll bother you on insta again.